My fascinating mind flees
To the top of an unbranched tree
With the agility of a genius
And the fertile imagination
Of a series of dreams
With its own world within
Chasing faster than being chased
Like a swift against
The waterfall with infinite depth.
My mind raises me up and up
Above all of our kind,
But the narcissism plays,
its utmost trick to eat me alive.
The genius is poisoned
And the imagination imprisoned,
The fascinating mind is locked
With the eternal keys
Of some secret grief.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Imagination! Nice work.